" Yeah, sounds good," Duane agreed.When Owen arrived at the office the next morning, Duane called him into the office."What's up, Duane?" Owen asked."...he big boss says I gotta drop some headcount. After losing Megatelco, the business is going to be hurting." But boss..." Owen stammered."Look, Owen. You want to keep your job?" Of course!" I want your wife!" You want Susan?" I want to own her, man! Make her my slave! For life!" Yeah, I know you do!" Owen laughed."I'm serious this time, man!". I sat there drinking cold coffee, “Ok, make the date. I just want you to know I am more than a little uncomfortable with this thing.” She looked at me and smiled so big I thought her face would split, “You won’t be sorry, I just know you are going to like Steve and Lana.”When Thursday came I was a nervous wreck; my stomach was doing flips, my asshole tingled, my cock would not stay still and the temperature seemed to be going from hot to cold and back again. I knew I didn’t want to get drunk. Fingering. Fisting. Various ways to keep him used to it, including monthly milkings, at the very least. He needs to get used to the idea of anal orgasms, because his sexual relief is at least partly behind him now,” I paraphrased a cute line from Penthouse Letters.“I’m waiting for a downside,” Darrell dared to speak up now, reminding us that he was in the room.“Well, since you’re already naked, I want to bend over the table now and spread your cheeks. You need to know for sure who’s boss, so. B was not there to act as protector and the principle characters were on their own in the "fantasy world" of Las Vegas with no "adult supervision." But what went on there had an effect on the rest of this story. We had planned a 4-day "Adventure" -- our term for an away trip where my wife would be publicly exposed and fucked by Black men -- with Robert, a Dominant play partner we had scened with several times over the previous two years and who has an uncanny understanding of the workings of my.